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I had no options. None at all. Being such a successful man he couldn't even help the apple of his eye. Couldn't help the life of their small knit family. There was no money he could use for personal reasons. The company would sympathize but would not be able to help me out financially. I sunk my head in to my arms, exhausted from racking my brains for days, just hoping in desperation there would be someway I could just find a way out dammit! Something, anything, at this point I was desperate. Seeing my mother walking around like she had somehow let down our late father, or seeing him in a hospital bed, needles coming out every which way. A feeling rose deep within me, chipping away all the softness that was left, hardening me to the core, frustration. As I rubbed my eyes, I caught the attention of the morning paper left on the hospital table. "India's Richest Man's Daughter Graduates" read the headline followed by a picture of a young woman, smiling openly for the camera. My eyes scanned the paper, words jumping out to me...rich...charity...daughter...loved by father deeply...India's Sweetheart...I crumpled the paper in my fist, my heart pounding. I had found a way out.
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> Hostage <
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I had no options. None at all. Being such a successful man he couldn't even help the apple of his eye. Couldn't help the life of their small knit family. There was no money he could use for personal reasons. The company would sympathize but would not be able to help me out financially. I sunk my head in to my arms, exhausted from racking my brains for days, just hoping in desperation there would be someway I could just find a way out dammit! Something, anything, at this point I was desperate. Seeing my mother walking around like she had somehow let down our late father, or seeing him in a hospital bed, needles coming out every which way. A feeling rose deep within me, chipping away all the softness that was left, hardening me to the core, frustration. As I rubbed my eyes, I caught the attention of the morning paper left on the hospital table. "India's Richest Man's Daughter Graduates" read the headline followed by a picture of a young woman, smiling openly for the camera. My eyes scanned the paper, words jumping out to me...rich...charity...daughter...loved by father deeply...India's Sweetheart...I crumpled the paper in my fist, my heart pounding. I had found a way out.
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Part Three - Page 19
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Part Four - Page 25
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--shabz
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